I retire from the workforce this week and to celebrate have decided to retire my current blogs and start afresh with a single consolidated blog - My Bright Field - to record the delights of my new life adventure. If you are interested follow me over there. I will still be Sweet Wayfaring and collecting Royal Hotels. The delights I discover along the way will appear together with my gardens and towns where I live.
"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring"
William Wordsworth
... and the cobwebs ... ;-)
ReplyDeleteWonderful bottom pic Joan, with that lovely coppery/bronze patina. Cobwebs are such intricate works of art woven with much attention to detail ... I always feel a tinge of regret when I disturb one.
ReplyDeleteThey are works of art when static, and theatre when in motion I would think.
ReplyDeleteThey are works of art when static, and theatre when in motion I would think.
ReplyDeleteMartina beat me to it! I knew your father was an engineer, but fascinating to know that Ian's father was a train driver. You both need to go down to Goulburn ...
ReplyDeleteTrain driver, tram driver then refrigeration engineer at a meat factory. What's at Goulburn?
DeleteA train museum and working turntable. I only know because Bruce Casperson waxed lyrical about it. I have not been myself.
DeleteRefrigeration engineers often work closely with air conditioning engineers like MOM (My Old Man). Love the colours in the last shot. I have pics of train wheels but have never posted them. You give me inspiration.
ReplyDeleteI see I'm not the only one who noticed the cobwebs ...
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